Summary: Harry, Ron and Hermione make a mistake that betrays Ginny and alienates her and those close to her from the Order, sending them into enemy territory. All is quiet until Ginny discovers an evil that could win Voldemort the war. What happens when Ginny finds she wants to help? And what happens when her friends decide to join her? All hell's about to break loose, that's what. This is a Dark fic as Ginny and several others will turn out evil and this story contains a lot of Dream Team bashing. If it's not your cup of tea don't read it.

I am not JKR and therefore own nothing but the plot and the original characters, which isn't much. This is a very sad and unfortunate thing for me. Oh well....

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Chapter One: Late For A Meeting That Hasn't Even Started

I sat staring hard at the paper in front of me, so tired I could barely make out the words. They blurred together, becoming a big black mass, some kind of code I couldn't't for the life of me decipher. It was quiet in the freezing room, and I found myself tapping my quill to make some noise and build up some body heat.

I was again in the office working by myself. I hadn't been able to convince anyone to stay longer than the required time, on any night, let alone on a Friday. Not that I had tried very hard. I hated my co-workers, bloody pricks, the lot of them.

"You know Ginny," a voice suddenly said, forcing me to snap out of my daze. "You'll kill yourself working like this. But, I guess someone has to do it. I sure don't want to."

I turned around slowly, taking a deep breath as I recognized the voice and I very much disliked the speaker. Hermione stood in the door way looking over the office disdainfully. "Kill themselves or work?" I replied., I was really in a bad mood, because usually I avoided as much confrontation with the Dream Team as possible, lest someone end up in St. Mungo's.

The look Hermione gave me was similar to the one my mother gave me when I was being particularly "snarky". I hated that look, almost as much as I hated the person wearing it now.

"Ginny." She said this as a parent who did not know what to do with a child would. I wanted to strangle her. "I was just coming to remind you about the Order meeting tonight. Harry and Ron were worried that you would forget, and well, you can't blame them with your track record." She walked to my desk wearing her patented Know- It- All look. Did I mention that I hated this girl?

Although, I hated Granger, she's not the member of the Dream Team that I hated the most. I loathed Harry Potter. He had turned into such a pompous, arrogant, irritating arse. Drooling all over me, hinting that we should get back together. Like I would ever want him. And then there was Ron, my nosy, overbearing, puppy dog git of a brother. Merlin help me if there wasn't a day gone by when I didn't feel the need to kill at least one of them, though lately all three have been testing my limits.

I glared at Hermione's back before saying, "I am quite aware of the Order meeting tonight. However, thank you for coming by." I turned back to the paper in front of me, a dismissal I was sure that she could read. Apparently she couldn't as she began to speak again, sprouting typical Dream Team shite. I tuned her out for a while until I saw that she wasn't leaving. I decided a more direct approach was in order, and I sadistically took great pleasure in continuing. "The door is over there, just in case you feel like taking it."

Hermione stood stunned for a moment, and like a pissy three year old, began storming out of my office with a huff, taking great care to bang into tables and slam the door as hard as she could behind her as she left.

Ah, peace.

Looking at my watch, I found that play time was over. It was time for my real work to begin. I gathered my things, stuffing the last of my paperwork into my bag to finish at home after the meeting. With a sigh, I turned out the lights and locked up. I tilted my head back to stare at the starry sky, and then, taking a deep breath, I Apparated to the Order meeting.

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When I walked in, I was immediately able tell the Dream Team was mad at me, and just I couldn't't help the grin that spread to my face. It seemed as if this Order meeting might be somewhat bearable. I surveyed the room spotting Fred and George sitting with one chair between them and one on each side of them. I went and took my place in the middle seat.

"I see that your wives are not here yet. What could Padma and Pavarti have to do so late in the evening?"

"The same could be said for you, dearest sister. How dare you be late to the Order meeting, even though it hasn't started yet. Dumb, Dumber, and Know- It- All were so worried that they spent a whole thirty seconds discussing you," George replied with a snort.

"Yeah, we were about to come get you ourselves, but the Dream Team beat us to it. The bleeding Mudblood bravely offered herself to go and get you, though there's still a full twenty minutes left until we start," Fred added, glaring at the group in question.

If it was not already plain, the twins, and coincidentally their wives, hated the Dream Team as much as I did. I let out a laugh as the Patil twins walked in to take their places.

"Hey," I said to them, "You are extremely late. Just where have you been?. I was about to send one of the Golden Trio for you. I think it was Ron's turn to do whatever good deed that needs to be done."

Fred and George let out a burst of laughter as I explained to Padma and Pavarti what I was talking about. Their outrage prompted Fred and George into farther laughter, which in turn enticed us girls to begin to laugh. Soon we had caught the attention of the Wondrous Three, who begged to be let in on the joke. This turned out to be too much for Fred and George, as they began laughing so hard they fell out of their chairs and their faces turned a bright red. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked on with curious expressions.

Colin and Luna, who smiled and waved at me, came to sit across from the twins and me. They too hated the Dream Team. I do believe that Harry, Ron, and Hermione would be truly shocked to learn just how many members of the Order disliked them. I entertained the thought of telling them, as to deflate their egos before dismissing the idea. They would never listen anyway, stuck-up prats.

This was the scene the rest of the Order walked in on, and the buzz that ensued lifted the tension in the room. That is, until Dumbledore came in followed by Snape, who glared at everyone before sitting at the very end of the table. Very suddenly everyone was back on earth, and we all watched in rapt attention as Dumbledore sat down, signalling the beginning of the meeting.

A/N: Sooooo…What do you think?